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177. What's in the forecast?


the
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You're stuck. Wherever you are, whoever you're with, you'd better stay put. Mother nature is not being kind today; travelling is dangerous. Maybe you're stuck in a public place. Maybe at a friend's house. Maybe you're in a car, a bus, a train. Doesn't matter. Point is, you're stranded until the weather clears. Depending on the severity of the situation, you could be in very real danger, or you could just be bored out of your mind and looking for a way to pass the time (you know what the only activity left to do is when the power's out, right?).


  1. Post with your character, putting their name and canon/fandom, along with any preferences, in the subject line. (Alternatively, you can also put preferences in the main comment box.)

  2. The person responding will use the Random Number Generator to decide what the severity of your situation is (1-4) and what mother nature's going to be throwing at you (1-5).

  3. Let the games begin!



Severity:
(You can decide whether or not a power outage is included with any one of these.)



  1. Boredom - Can't leave, must find a way to pass the time.


  2. Nuisance - Darnit, we have things to do out there! Is it over yet?


  3. Frightening - It's been nonstop for a while now. Places have shut down, maybe even the power's out.


  4. Dangerous - You're stuck in the worst of it, maybe you've heard news of accidents and deaths. Maybe you're even stranded outside.


Forecast:


  1. Tornado - Better find shelter! Underground maybe, or I hear bathtubs are pretty safe? Although they'd also be pretty cramped...


  2. Blizzard - It's so cold outside, baby. Where did all that snow even come from? Welp, better get out the blankets and light the fire.


  3. Hurricane - The wind is howling, the rain is pouring. Everything's so loud you'd think the walls could crash in at any moment! And maybe that's not too far from the truth...


  4. Heatwave - Now you know what a cookie feels like. The temperature's scorching. Not even fans or air-conditioners are cutting it any more. It might do some good if you shed a couple of garments though...


  5. Flood - Whether the storm's over or it's still going strong, the scary truth is you're surrounded by water and you're soaked to the bone. Oh, but look on the bright side: pool toys, man!


Cloud Strife :: Final Fantasy VII


1 + 2 OHGAWD - Jenova compelled me.

[How on Gaia's green - now turned white - earth did this happen? She had been out running reconnaissance just south of Icicle Inn may Meteor destroy this part of the planet when the blizzard struck. And Elena hated the cold.

So she had found some nearby building, fully anticipating to find it completely empty and void of life. Save for a certain chocobo-headed Ex-SOLDIER. Who had been an enemy turned tolerable accomplice, sometimes savior of the planet.

But....old grudges are hard to get over. Which is why Elena is on one side of the room, arms folded over her chest, watching the snow come down around them.]

oh wow - Elena! You're awesome!

[Cloud's meanwhile on the other side of the room. The door opening got a curious look and the new arrival a rise of his eyebrows but then he's back to the fire he's working on starting in the old metal stove.

Turks. He'd forgotten they seem to hang around Icicle Inn. He remembers this one too.

At least she's not trying to hit him this time.

Small steps. He'll take what he can get. So he'll tell himself to stop wondering if she's got any good loot on her. He's not even sure where an unneeded AVALANCHE and a time's passed over Turk stand with each other these days. The world's changed. Their world's changed. He's content to ignore her.

Except Tifa would be angry with him later on if she found out.

And... Elena's always been - she's been -

she's reminded him of himself. Trying double hard because no one sees past the outside shell.

Dammit.]


Hungry?

<3!!

[As much as he was content to ignoring her, as it was evident by his lack of response to her arrival or the moments that passed in uncomfortable silence, she was equally content to do the same. Adversarial history left very little open for conversation.

But were they still enemies? Before Meteorfall, she knew it as a certainty. AVALANCHE and ShinRa were at each others throats, desperate to bring about the demise of one another. But with the rise of Sephiroth, and the later the Remnants, their roles had altered. Even though they had partnered up to some degree - at least, this is what she heard what happened through Reno - to bring about the copies, that level of distrust was hard to break.]


Nnnnn?

[Elena blinked, startled by his sudden question, and turned to look over in his direction. She had been too busy thinking, lost in questions of who he was beyond what she had read in his file and experienced first hand.]

I... [Hands moved to her stomach as said offending organ offered a muffled groan and gurgle. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment, the index finger of her right hand lightly scratching against her cheek.] Ahaha...I guess I am. I'm a little surprised you'd be willing to share a meal with a Turk, though.

[he can easily hear the sound of her stomach and probably even without the enhanced hearing. It has him turning his head back to the stove so she can't see the barely there smile as he carefully feeds more wood shavings to the young fire. Stomachs had a bad habit of not caring who you were with or how appropriate it was when they decided to speak up. At the rest of her statement though, his eyes go back to her, glancing over his shoulder.

There's a lot of answers he could give. Or maybe should give. But he's just as unsure about what 'Turk' means to him anymore as she probably is about him. In the end, he supposes the answer is:]


Time's change.

...

And you haven't tried to punch me yet. There's food in the saddle bag over the chair if you're interested.

[Oh for Shiva's sake, why did her stomach have to be so abnormally loud? Elena is thankful that Cloud hadn't turned to look at her, otherwise he would have caught her looking quite undignified with her arms wrapped around her stomach and looking mortified. How exactly could she maintain a cool, calm demeanor when her own body was usurping her control?

By the time he finally did turn to look at her, she had regained what little control she could, keeping an arm resting around her middle while the other hung at her side. Even from the other end of the room she could see that he was thinking, perhaps considering her comment. And when he speaks, her head tilts fractionally to the left.]


Yes. Yes they have...

[Really, it was more of an understatement. When she had first joined ShinRa, Cloud and his friends had been her absolute enemies. She had no doubt in her mind that they were the ones she had to stop and prevent them from succeeding in whatever they were planning. Those were her orders. But...he had saved the world. Twice. He even assisted Reno and Rude in getting her, along with that noisy little ninja, out of the Don's slimy clutches. Come to think of it, she never really did thank him for the help either...]

Well, you haven't given me a reason to. And I figure if we're going to be stuck in the same place for a while, might as well keep things cordial.

[Her steps are slow, careful, as she moves away from the window towards the mentioned bag. She's neither picky nor greedy, taking the first thing she can find - a small bag of jerky - and tearing it open. Never had smoked meat tasted so divine.]

...Thank you.

Practical.

[his voice is the usual quiet murmur and there might, just might, be the hint of a smile hiding at the very edges of his lips. He can't say he's always liked Elena... but he never disliked her the way he had the rest of the Turks once upon a time. He wasn't sure why, just that there it was. And he couldn't even claim to dislike the rest of the Turks anymore. They'd helped him more times than he had kept track of and they'd cared about his kids.

Their boss was still up for judgement though.

It helped also that, even though he'd given her access to his stuff, she hadn't rifled through it snooping as well. Her 'thank you' had him relaxing a bit more too.

Standing up, he dusted his hands off on his pants, leaving the fire to continue growing on it's own for now and moving over to where she was with the food. The whole world was busy feeling its way forward into what it was going to be now. Why not a Turk and a Cloud? Reaching into his bag he pulled out the rest, dried fruit, a package of Tifa's cookies - chocolate chip because she knew he had a weakness for them, several rolls packed with cheese and finally his canteen of water even though with the snow outside they'd have plenty more of that if they wanted. Dropping into the nearby chair with a strange teenager's bonelessness, he picked up one of the rolls and offered:]


Help yourself.

ohai again~ 5-4, because karma hates Genesis apparently

[She had only been in so many floods in her life but none have ever been this bad. It rained very hard and very long to the point that even Edge was suffering, a city Genesis had made it a point to stay away from for obvious reasons.

Not that it could be helped now that she was clinging to floating tree, her wings broken, and the city of Edge looming in the distance. She groaned, trying to pull herself up on the tree and giving herself more scrapes and cuts in the process. But the tree simply rolled with her and she nearly let go, dirty water filling her mouth and nose. She managed to steady herself by the time she crossed the city limits, coughing and gagging.

How embarrassing...]

[OOC: Also, if you were ever curious about her AU, it's in her journal! :3]

hey you! :D lol - poor wet and bedraggled Gen

[the rain's been ridiculous. And it's no good at all that Edge is located in the center of what amounts to a bowl, surrounded on all sides of soil that's still too stunted and arid to absorb water easily. They've managed to sandbag a lot but the whole east side of the city is probably a wash and there aren't many buildings that don't at least have some water damage. So far Seventh Heaven's sector is still above the water line but if it doesn't stop raining, Aerith's church is going to be the only thing that's not fish bowl material. Cloud's helping with the patrols. Reeve's a pretty decent urban development planner and so far the hastily thrown up water breaks are helping but all it takes is just one leak.

And a tree is definitely enough to caught problems.

Standing on one of the walls, Cloud fishes it over with every intention of either pulling it into the city - hey, wood's still a precious commodity - or tossing it somewhere safer when he catches the stand out red. That has his brows coming down. A bit more careful now, he pulls it the rest of the way in and sees:]


Genesis?

(ooc. cool. Will read. And to keep them from having to go through the entire 'it's pink' conversation again, do you want to use their previous conversation and say they know each other or would it be more fun to start over with that?)

hahaha indeed

[She feels someone stop the tree and looks over, hearing her name.]

Cl-Cloud?

[She coughs and tries to pull herself higher up. She's shaking with exhaustion and cold.]

[OOC: That's fine! They can already know each other :3]

[she looks - terrible and he reacts instinctively. The tree gets tugged in close and he reaches down to scoop her up. It takes some doing to hold her firmly against him and maneuver the tree at the same time but he gets it over the side of the wall and onto semi-dry, if very muddy ground. Then he sinks down to a knee, curling Genesis against his chest with one arm, body shielding hers as best he can from the still falling rain while he fishes his PHS out of his pocket with the other. Comforting as always, he mutters:]

You look like shit.

[She gasps when he tugs her up like that, but she curls into him easily. Her wings are limp and flopping around, she'd already exhausted her magic so it would be awhile before she could heal them. Her clothes are clinging to her, skirt making it rather hard to move her legs around but she doesn't mind at the moment.

She snorts and smacks his chest.]


I am well aware. You don't look any better.

[that grunt might be a stifled laugh or we can say it's from the force of her hit. Either way, his head ducks over her a bit more and his lips curve slightly at their edges. Some of his panic abates. She's not out for the count.]

Strife. Found someone on my patrol. Send someone else to take over. I'm going home.

[he flips the phone shut without waiting for the answer and it goes back in his pocket. Then he focuses his entire attention on the woman curled against his chest. Gentle, he pushes hair out of her face to get a better look at her and makes a noise low in his chest. Her lips are all but blue. It's her wings that really worry him though. He has no idea how wings set or get fixed or even work on a person for that matter. Hers don't look good and he's used up his store of magic already on his patrol. Gave his last potion away already today too. He's got more stored at the bar though. Elixars he set aside as 'just for friends' and 'not to be shared with the general public'. Maybe it's not civic minded by his friends and family come first. Still gentle, he rubs her cheek with his palm, trying to bring some warmth back to her between his touch and his sheltering form.]

I'm allowed to look like this, Gen. It's manly.

[Genesis watches as he pushes the hair from her face, lips shaking from the cold. An Elixir would be great though, it would heal her wings right up without the hassle of setting them. She can't help but lean more into his touch when he rubs her cheek. He was rather warm, despite his own bedraggled appearance.]

M-Manly or not, it's ri-ridiculous.

[She still doesn't understand where this flood came from. She was on higher ground but a sudden landslide had knocked her over, nearly drowned her, and set her right on a path to Edge. All she had seen was water.]

[blame it on the 'mountain boy' or blame it on the excess mako, either way Cloud's body always runs a bit warmer to the touch than most these days. It's heat he doesn't mind sharing with her at the moment, tucking her in closer for a minute as he raises his head to scan the area. Mentally calculating the fasted route home. His fingers against her head will curl a little to keep her close. His head ducks back into the shelter of their forms.]

Gonna have to carry you, Gen. Is there some way I can tuck up your wings that won't hurt them more?

Bed time o/ - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-09-20 07:30 am (UTC)(Expand)
sleep well :) - findmyownreason, 2011-09-20 08:12 am (UTC)(Expand)
<3 - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-09-20 04:44 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - findmyownreason, 2011-09-22 05:43 am (UTC)(Expand)
Definitely~ - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-09-22 03:03 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - findmyownreason, 2011-09-23 01:03 am (UTC)(Expand)
yes, but Cloud's 'special' - findmyownreason, 2011-09-24 10:11 am (UTC)(Expand)
And so is Genesis' :3 - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-09-24 04:30 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Sure <3 - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-09-25 07:43 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - findmyownreason, 2011-09-25 09:26 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-09-25 04:37 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - findmyownreason, 2011-09-26 07:00 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-09-26 07:07 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - findmyownreason, 2011-09-26 08:02 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-09-26 08:08 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - findmyownreason, 2011-09-27 07:21 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-09-29 05:36 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - findmyownreason, 2011-10-13 10:29 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-10-13 05:18 pm (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - findmyownreason, 2011-10-15 05:47 am (UTC)(Expand)
(no subject) - rhapsody_onfire, 2011-10-15 05:50 am (UTC)(Expand)
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